Letra de Out On Bail de 2PacLetras de Canciones

Letra 'Out On Bail'

(gates from jail open)
2pac taking to guard:
Ohh I posted bail ?
I m out this motha fucka ?
I can go !
Ohh fuck ya, ay fuck the jailage,
Fuck the motha fuckin district attorney,
The prosecuter, and fuck you motha fuckaz
In the jury box, fuck all ya ll, cause I m out on motha
Fuckin bail, ya ain t neva gon see me in this motha
Fucka again, drop that shit em.
Let these hoe punk ass bitches know how we runnin
This shit, niggaz ain t goin back to court you stank ass bitches

Verse 1:
I m stuck in jail the d.a. s tryna burn me
I ll be out on bail if I had a good attorney
While they label me a criminal and cuff me up
Gotta pocket full of money so they ruff me up
I ain t trippin
In the county and I m mad as fuck
Gotta record so they put me wit da baddest bunch
Everybody wanna talk cause I m rappin
They askin me what happen ?
Iz it tru you did a flick wit janet jackson ?
I can t sleep they take the polaroid s
N I m tryna use da phone but they makin noize
Man I wish I had my glock cause it s major
I m makin shanks out the plastic e-razors
These motha fuckaz wont leave me alone, that s my word
Bout to turn the violator to a motha fuckin murdah
I m makin collect-calls to my old bitches
Send mo pictures, and make me sum mo riches
To all da suckaz on da block
Talkin shit while I was locked up
B prepard to be socked up
Cuz the game is deep
N the fame is brief
N you bullshittin bitches ain t changin me
I came straight up out da gutter
I was saved from hell
N I mma thug, I was raised in jail
Now I m out on bail

Chorus singing:
Out on bail ( you know what fuckin time it iz)
All of my niggaz (2)
Out on bail ( hey handle these 4 forties fo reel )
Thug life
We neva fail
Out on bail ( ay pass me my motha fuckin rolex, yes bitch that s presidential)
All of my niggas

Verse 2:
Stuck in jail, mad as a bitch, I d b out on bail
If it wasn t fo tha snitch, runnin wild thru da streets like I m loco
N fuck da punk police and their chokeholes
I got no luv in my heart cause I m heartless
Mobbin in the park afta dark wantin to start shit
Rippin up the scene as a teen I was at it
Sellin products to the addicts cause they gotta have it
I was around, known thug and I gotta lotta lov hangin wit da o.g.s shootin up the
Clubs
And mama told me, don t hang wit the homies, but they got me if they need me
Then it s on g., got me sittin in this cell, a 5 by 7 will I finally get to go to
Ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writing me letters, they tellin me they love me and
Shit will get better, but I don t believe em, cause I juss got the news on the life
Take it how you wanna but yo picture s on file
I gotta b a playa, so stay strong
Cuz I know dat I wont b away long
And when I finally do hit the fuckin streets I ma handle this
A thug nigga gettin scandalous, I m out on bail

Chorus singing:
Out on bail
All of my niggaz (2)
Out on bail
Thug life
We neva fail
Out on bail
All of my niggas
(talkin over chorus)
( see, biatch, you know what time it is, out on bail,
Yo get me up out this ayo em. get me up out this motha fucka man
These motha fuckaz tryna harass a !!thug!! man I ain t goin thru this whole thing,
I m out on bail, I ll see you motha fuckaz next year, that s that real thug shit,
G-unit
You know what I m sayin, I wouldn t b wastin yo time wit that bullshit baby,
That s that real shit,
That shit you can tell yo grand kids about, I ran wit a thug nigga, believe that,
This my motha
Fuckin nigga em and the motha fuckin boiz juss incase you wonderin, we doin that shit!